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A Very Peaceful Night

- Okay. - A voice of a man was silent in the dark of the night. - Everybody remembers the plan?
- Yeah, yeah. - Another voice, this time belonging to a female, whispered back in irritation. - Get in, take what can find, get out. We've done it before, Aiden.
- But none of the places were like this! - The first guy, Aiden, hissed. - This is a real treasure.

Three shadows were hiding in bushes, staring hungrily at the building in front of them. It was huge, so big that its roof almost touched the black clouds in the night sky. Towers were surrounding it from four sides, making it look like a castle. It was dark, and danger felt to come from it in waves of energy, but three people weren't affected by that. Just one of them, who had been quiet so far, shivered slightly at the sight of a magneficent castle in front of him, but didn't say a word.

They stood there, unmoving, for some time, waiting patiently for the lights in the windows to fade. Despite the fact that the mansion was huge, only one or two windows were lit up, so it meant that there weren't too many people in there. Even better for the three burglars, that meant they wouldn't have so much trouble getting in and successfully getting out again. Perhaps, they could even do it without walking the host up, which would save them a lot of time.

Aiden grinned and licked his lips, staring at the building like a wolf on its prey. Three years in prison weren't easy for him, taking into account thet he never, not even once, tried to cooperate. Rebellions, fights and endless attempts to escape his rightful punishment finnaly turned into a one-way ticket into dungeons. Only Aiden never arrived there.

He chuckled as he remembered the night when a stray creeper wandered too close to their prison, and the guards were too slow to slay it. Those men had no fighting talents, it was surprising they managed to keep the trio in chains for so long. And when an explosion blasted a hole through a wall, Aiden knew that this was his one and only chance.

He took his henchmen and fled. They hid in the forest and waited for everyone to calm down, before making their way to the portal. It took them a few weeks of searching, but eventually they succeded in locating the key, a bloody-red enchanted flint and steel.

After that, there was no stopping them.

Aiden, Maya and Gill began a new chapter of their lives, more dangerous and criminal than the last one. After finding out about literally thousands of other worlds, they simply had no choice but to visit each and every one of them.

The green-eyed man snarled as he once again imagined the horror on Jesse's face when he sees him. His futile attempts to block his attacks, his screams of doom when he realises that he can't do anything. And, most of all,  that move Aiden had been practicing, that one strike that can cut a human's body in half. Oh, how the beloved hero would cry when he performs it, how sweet his blood would be!

And Lukas. Aiden could easily imagine that good-for-nothing blondie staring at him as he throws the head of his boyfriend to the loser's feet and laughs at the sight of tears cascading down his cheeks and his knees failing to hold him upright. And then Aiden would force Lukas witness his own death, slow and painful.

He only had to find where these cowards were hiding, in what world they would meet their doom. So far, none of the places they had visited was their home, but every one of them had that mark that Jesse and the others had been there. Maybe, even now they were struggling to fing their home, drowning in ice lakes and burning to ashes in lava.

Aiden shook his head, he couldn't think like that! He would be the one to finish those losers, not some liquid! They wouldn't even realise it, before it would be too late.

And if anybody else tries to intefere... Well, they could go with Jesse. One death more, one death less, it wouldn't even matter!

The brunette growled as he gently rubbed the scar on his face. It was long and ugly, it crossed his face from the center of his forehead and through his brow and almost to his ear. It was pure luck that his eye wasn't hurt, but that scar - the reminder of the fateful explosion - stang sometimes. Just one more reason to hate Jesse for.